dVerse Poets – Open Link Night
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“A witch ought never to be frightened in the darkest forest … because she should be sure in her soul that the most terrifying thing in the forest was her.” Terry Pratchett
I Cannot Be Sure
The darkly raven fixes me with beady eye
and discordant derisive rasp,
the briefest glimpse of silvered light
on fading leaves that shiver on
the breath of the restless ones
like tinsel in a breeze,
while the dank forest floor
slithers and creeps
in the litter of this quiet,
horned and winged things fill the air,
time slows and ice runs through my veins,
I turn to see what pricks me so,
a cloaken figure speaks
and yet there are no words
so I hearkened her eyes
which pierced me so
speaking long of dread,
of hers or mine I cannot be sure.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
parallax 
A true poet you be, sir
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Ah, that is very kind Cheryl 🙂
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Well deserved
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🙂
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Amazing 👌😇
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Thank you so much 🙂
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You’re welcome Paul❤🙏🌺
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Absolutely beautiful Paul. Love the ending.
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Thank you Linda, appreciate your thoughtful response.
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Run!!!!
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Yes, I must …….. 🙂
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I’m sitting on the beach in warm Exmouth and reading this at sunrise. It made me shiver …. drew me in totally! ❤️
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That is delightful to hear Dawn, made my morning reading that.
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You’re welcome. You made mine!
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🙂
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Chilling . . .
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I’m running as we speak.
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🙂
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Such brilliant poetry, Paul. I loved it totally.
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Thank you so much Megha for your encouraging thoughts.
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Nice description of speech without words:
“a cloaken figure speaks
and yet there are no words”
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Thank you so much Frank, encouraged by your response.
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Reblogged this on Megha's World and commented:
A spooky poem from one of the talented poets I adore on WordPress.
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That is so very kind of you Megha, thank you xx
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You are always welcome
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The stuff nightmares are made of! Great poem!
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Thank you Jill 🙂
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Nice poem , illustrated by the lines or words.
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Thank you so much for those encouraging thoughts.
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I love the quote and your poem. It inspired me. 🙂
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Thank you very much for that Winnie. 🙂
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You’re welcome, Paul. 🙂
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Vowww…. Truely inspirational….
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Thank you so much for your encouraging words 🙂
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My pleasure….
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In the end… maybe there is nothing to fear, but fear itself…
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I believe that, we just keep dressing it up in different guises, thank for that Bjorn.
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Deliciously eerie!
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🙂 I had fun
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I could tell.
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Wonderfully haunting and mysterious Paul — excellent imagery. Captivating mood! What a great photo…
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Thank you Rob, it takes ages to find a graphic once I’ve written something, thank you for your thoughtful reflection.
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Chilling and haunting!
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Beware! 🙂 Thank you Lisa.
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You’re welcome, Paul 🙂
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Wow – creepy – words creating feelings
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Thank you Lyn, creepy indeed.
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